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Outside Looking In

From my view, outside looking in He sees a mother who without the help of a man cares for her daughter in the still darkness of night She wakes her daughter with smiles, games, and all the love she desires He sees the love and gentleness that she expresses toward her daughter even in the shadows of tribulation this world has put on her. She selflessly lives without her previous desires He sees her work all day and through the night doing what God intended for two. Cooking, cleaning, teaching, inside, outside, up and down She is relentless seeking the best for the reason, her daughter She thinks that no one knows, cares, or understands. She thinks God placed the entire world on her shoulders Because she is strong enough, but she’s wrong He sees a child who never wants to leave her mother’s side, she is safe there, she knows her mother’s desires, her view isn’t obscured, unlike her mother’s view Her mother has been mistreated by man, who was supposed to be the image of God He sees a child who needs her mother; she needs her mother to trust God, not man. She needs her mother to completely understand the unfailing LOVE of Christ He sees a daughter who will be, by no mistake, exactly like her mother He stops He sees a man in the mirror that He would never be He really wants to bare the burdens of three He has been in the shadows of tribulation, he’s been that child in the stillness of that same night, he never thought anyone knew, cared or understood at all He sees that man in the mirror was wrong He has read about a love that never fails or dims. He now feels that love from within. He finally stop believing the lies he was told. He hopes I get the chance to teach what I have been told.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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Date: 8/4/2012 7:21:00 AM
WOW..deep deep write and so few images really made me want more. Oh do tell me of the palm moon? Why and who rages? [undulates the history of fire in the eyes of a flute.] surely too powerful a phrase to be diconnected by a line break..oh my what must this be? [Now you write more for me..I'm enthralled!] Light & Love Light & Love
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